Good
morning folks,
sorry
I was not able to update you all on the rest of my flights yesterday, we were
delayed on the first plane which meant I was running to catch the last two
flights.
The
first flight was fine for a while, and then we hit a LOT of turbulence, which
pissed me right off. After ten or fifteen minutes of white-knuckling it we
finally managed to find a patch of sky not
hell-bent on making me shit myself (Sorry mom).
The
second flight can be summed up in one conversation:
“His
name was Travis and he was the President of Yale at the time, so I called him
PrezTrav, or TravPrez depending on the day, get it haha, get it!? Ahh it cracks
me up, PrezTrav. I came up with it you know. He loves it.”
^
That was the guy I sat next to on the six hour flight to Seattle, Washington. ‘Nuff
said.
After I got off the plane and away from that weirdo I was standing in the boarding line waiting to get on my last flight out of Seattle, all of a sudden I hear "Asa? Asa!" I thought, oh cool there's another person with my name, looked around and it's my buddy Harper from St. Mikes. It's incredible how small the world really is! He was headed up to a wedding I believe, and to do some fishing and sea kayaking for the week.
There really may be a god somewhere up there however, because on my last flight from Seattle to Anchorage I sat next to an incredible man whom had just retired from active duty. The whole plane was packed, but no one claimed the seat in between myself and this gentleman, so he set his iPad up in the middle seat and we watched fishing videos the entire flight. He told me many spots to fish in the Anchorage area, gave me a list of places I had to go while in Alaska, and only tried to recruit me to the military once (Mom, I said no thank you).
There really may be a god somewhere up there however, because on my last flight from Seattle to Anchorage I sat next to an incredible man whom had just retired from active duty. The whole plane was packed, but no one claimed the seat in between myself and this gentleman, so he set his iPad up in the middle seat and we watched fishing videos the entire flight. He told me many spots to fish in the Anchorage area, gave me a list of places I had to go while in Alaska, and only tried to recruit me to the military once (Mom, I said no thank you).
The
last flight was truly incredible, when we left Seattle it was pitch black, and
after two hours of napping I looked out the window and saw what I thought to be
a beautiful sunrise. Wrong, we had been chasing the sunset and had finally
caught up to it, as we kept getting close to Anchorage – it kept getting
lighter. Flying into Anchorage was incredible, the first thing I could see on
the horizon were two massive mountains poking out of the clouds. As we dropped
through the cloud cover and approached the Cook Inlet all I could see were
incredible mountains with lots of snow, and lakes and ponds that were frozen solid. I was not pumped to see
that.
Chasing the sunset!
When I first woke up after leaving Seattle
A little closer to Anchorage..
By the time we landed in Anchorage it was very light (definitely legal shooting hours, Royce).
I
made it to my hotel at around 11:50 pm my time (4 hours behind) the sun didn’t
set until 12:30 am, and was back up around 3:00 am. It really is the land of the midnight sun, and is not conducive to sleep. It was a little chilly, but nothing unbearable - I think somewhere in the upper forties, but the wind was warm which was a pleasant surprise.
I
get picked up from my hotel at 2:00 pm and then it’s off to the Kenai and my
home until the fall! I’m hoping to be able to update this once a week but be
patient with me in case I decide to go fishing instead of going to town to get
internet (so unlike me, I know).
Cheers,
Asa
